It seems like it is the little, simple things that have the power to really make a day. A smile, a yummy salad of fresh grown greens from the garden and today an email from a fellow foster person at the Humane Society. This friend was thoughtful enough to share with me some pictures of a kitty that I helped rescue a few months back. I recall being super busy when I got the call that a woman had trapped a cat in her garage that had been crying at her door for nights on end. Obviously hungry and abandoned, this day she said she found him bloody and injured. Busy or not, I just couldn't deny that call.
On the way over, I was given all the details: Large gray, possibly pregnant female, lacerations to the face and neck, friendly but scared, VERY hungry. I arrived to confirm that yes the kitty was hungry and injured but to my surprise
she was neither gray nor female. HE was actually a very, very dirty and matted all white, intact male (guessing by his humongous jowls). His ears were impacted with mites and his face badly ripped, the results of holding his own on the streets alone.
Even scared and uncertain though, he still let me pick him up and place him gently in his carrier to be transported to the vet for the care he so desperately needed. He talked to me the whole trip over; a cordial chatty talk, not fearful
yawling or whining. When we arrived he transferred happily to the carrier that would take him to the doctor who awaited his arrival. It was obvious he was once someones' companion; fearing us did not cross his mind. This was a cat that was let down by humans the who were supposed to care for him and still he found it in him heart to trust me. My heart ached that he had to find himself in this position because those same people didn't take the responsibility to neuter him and make sure he had a forever home.
(Alex then)
The email I just received made all that heartache melt right away. Alex made it through surgery with flying colors, had a bath (revealing his gorgeous white coat) and has taken to being the star resident at his temporary foster home. She even explained that he decided his new job was to care for a litter of orphaned kittens who are without a mother. He cleans and cares for them, sleeping with and nurturing them as they grow. What a good boy! I was told that he is even great at adoptions and attracts much attention being so sweet and handsome. It's my prayer that he find his forever family this time who will love and care for him for his lifetime.
(Alex now)
It's funny how the littlest things can make your whole day. Hearing Alex is safe and well makes me feel so proud and happy to have been able to help get him to safety. It would be my greatest dream that all animals have that same chance. Sometimes it is easy to think that I'm not doing much when all I can contribute is a moment of time or a car ride to the vet. But for this big guy, that car ride might have just saved his life. So I reflect today that whatever I can do, small or large, matters. It matters to the ones I
can help.
